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We move into the beach house! That in itself is a big deal... This really IS going to be the best summer of our lives! The attic is the place to be after hitting the Starboard. Due to web restrictions, I'm not going to post all the cool information (Ugh, this is killing me because I have some really -->really<-- funny stories that are just busting to come out!) Well, anyway... the quote of the week has to be "One more, and we're out'ta here!" Three and a half days of chilling at Dewey could kill a person!.

Weekend number two has come and gone. The number of guests and members was significantly reduced from approximately 25 during the Memorial day weekend to a wee 13. Obviously the first weekend really took a toll on some members. Reports from the field indicate that everyone had a good time until "the goat" played havoc with a few members (I feel for you guys). A general warning to everyone that thinks it is cool to mess around with our members... don't PISS them off. (Perhaps we should leave that one for the late night story sessions) Needless to say, the few Bombay Bungalow members that did show up drank for the rest of the missing members and gave honor to the Bombay Bungalow name.

Yet another solid weekend of drinking and having fun. Everyone is alive, so that is a good thing. The house was unusually party oriented as everyone seemed to go out on Saturday night as a group. The shark head made an appearance and has been found to be an aphrodisiac for the ladies! Some interesting footage was taken of keg stands and the apartment next door. I can't wait to start editing the Bombay Bungalow 2002 movie.

This weekend was a drunken mess! I could go into detail, but that would just be an insult. There were so many quotes from this weekend... I don't know where to start... The Starboard took more of our money along with a Pub U... Mitchell went home early most evenings (like normal), we regained the top five spots on the match game (yet another crafty way for the starboard to take our money)... My liver, oh my liver...

You know you had an intense weekend when it's Monday afternoon, and you still are having difficulty typing due to the shakes. As predicted, the house was packed. The group made a strong showing at Northbeach (It's was Donuts birthday!) having Miller Lites for some ungodly price. There was dancing, and some kind of music... ummm... and then... ummm.. then it was Saturday. Everyone was at the beach on Saturday morning. The theme "just when you thought it was safe to go back in the water" Jam Session was excellent with Mr. Greencheese opps. I mean Mr. Greenjeans. The house also received a foosball table. Mitchell and JohnEG were unstoppable... well, until Mitchell passed out. On Sunday, you were either a Drinker or a person running from the drinkers. The smart people ran away, the less intelligent were drinking at 9:00am at the Starboard... the fools were hanging out, but not drinking. Driving home in the dark is now the norm.

Fun in the sun... much to drink... kind of a girls/boys weekend...

Wednesday Talk about a sloppy clan of heavy drinkers! The photos will surly be trickling in for years from this weekend! Basically everyone was off to the Starboard (naturally) for drinks on Wednesday night after beerpong and drinks at the house. After the gin starts flowing, things get interesting. Smuffy, a GUEST, starts hitting on girls [three strikes, and he's out...] Karen is picking fights with guys on the dance floor. The rest is a blur. Smuffy pisses the bed... in an attempt to mark his teratory and attract girls.
Thursday Off to the Starboard for breakfast. The standard one line of "just one drink" holds true as one drink turns in to dozens. Again, the blur affect is in full force. Somewhere along the line there is whip-cream spray and talk of nipples. Perhaps I should leave it at that... The boys take a little cat nap at 4:30PM, just after Ted fills the gas tank with gas!
Friday Off to the Starboard for breakfast!!!! Stayed there until 4ish, the bar was fun... Spent WAY to much money! Tom breaks his foot while "surfing" the bumper of a Jeep. "It doesn't hurt that much"
Saturday ...DRINKING... Tom is off to the hospital for his broken foot... very nice...
Sunday More drinking at the Starboard. Ugh, it was a long weekend, but it went by in a second... driving home in the dark... Again!

The Summer is 1/2 over...

This is our last weekend at Dewey! It's time to pack up the mini bar, deflate the inflatable sheep, wash the beer bong, throw away the playing cards, and soak up the memories. It will be time, once again, to reintroduce ourselves into "normal" society.